My city 3: records Emmanuel - Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony

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in it works – died. At someone family life went wrong. What to say yes, Master and Margarita are the most famous work in the world, and most mystically – mysterious. Zhora and Emmanuel looked around, nothing. They did not see anything and anybody, only gloomy darkness, dimly burning lamps along a pond, and the small comer obviously from ponds – fog. Fog. From where did it undertake – fog? On the street there was a clear sunny weather. Foretold nothing – a rain. But here, on Patriarchal ponds, obviously, time went differently. Sometimes going lengthways along the street and having come on Clean poods "Patriarchal ponds" willy-nilly, you look at water of ponds. It it is silent and quiet as if sleeps. Covered in the fall with a leaf fall of yellow leaves, it something bewitches. Something in it is it that everyone will understand. And having only seen beauty a fascinating look – you understand that in these ponds among serene rest and sincere balance, is still something? Something mysterious and mystical. Philosophers and romantics, people with a certain imagination and also people of art "Artists and Musicians" will understand me. But we will return to heroes of this history. So, unclear from where the undertaken fog, quickly vanished on all road. Something became so. Something changed, something occurred. All three attendees at Patriarchal ponds felt that everything changes. Patriarchal ponds changed. Something occurred around them. Or someone watched something at them the hidden eyes. On their bodies ran cold. Soul went to heels, and on a face sweat acted. It was fear sweat. Horror inherent here and broken loose. None of three knew that it was? It seemed to them that they are now here – on Patriarchal, and somewhere in other place. Somewhere not in that world where they got used to be and where they were only guests. It seemed to them that someone or something took away them. A visor somewhere there where there is no road the mere mortal. And it meant … really they were dead? Their souls crossed borders of time and space, as well as Master and Margarita, and appeared on that side. On that side of reality. In other world. The world – where Bulgakov wrote the novel "Master and Margarita". In the world where time passes absolutely differently. In the world where there live past ghosts. In the world of old Moscow – her intelligence. Yes, exactly here, and in other place there were all three anywhere. Emmanuel, Luda and Zhora. Having come here at night, they obviously intruded in the world not subject to understanding of the person. And can them the destiny brought here? Who knows that? We always want to learn unknown. We interfere for sides of possible. In a world behind the looking-glass of the destiny, the world. There, where we cannot come. not that to come, and to open this door and that is impossible. We break the law. Law of space. The law – on that side. To speak in any case, sometimes we break the law too. But we will continue. So, fog dissipated. What was seen by heroes of this history? Empty will give all the best stone blocks a path. The benches standing along ponds. Old lamps hung on columns. They reminded grandfather's times about revolutionary years. They burned dimly. From outside it seemed that they as if wait for someone or something. Without understanding what occurs and how they appeared here? All three decided to sit down on one of benches under a lamp. They did not know what occurs? Where they now? To what time did transfer them? They knew only one. They somehow appeared here, on Patriarchal ponds. Perhaps someone wanted to show them something? But what? They did not know it. But here, from where do not undertake, the stall nearby appeared. Then on stone blocks the person appeared. This was the corpulent woman of years of thirty. On it there was a white apron, on the head there was a white cap. She looked back, and cried out to more rough smoked from tobacco smoke of cigarettes by voice:

      – Hey! Vaska. Soon there the rascal you will be. – she grumbled. – And that products so were not and is not present, and I have to open through a quarter of hour. That me without products you wish to leave Vaska-podlets, all with this girlfriend you will desire to walk, and all of you could not care less of me.

      Chapter-7

      Night of the full moon

      So, this chapter we will begin with the end previous chapters.

      … she looked back, and cried out to more rough smoked from tobacco smoke of cigarettes by voice:

      – Hey! Vaska. Soon there the rascal you will be. – she grumbled. – And that products so were not and is not present, and I have to open through a quarter of hour. That Vaska – the rascal without products you wish to leave me, all with this girlfriend you will desire to walk, and all of you could not care less of me.

      There is Vaska.

      – Yes what is it really, do not allow to gather quietly. And I on base flew, got fresh beer and Eskimo ice cream. And you Claudia Ivanovna are eternally dissatisfied will desire to be.

      – Well-well, rascal. The language around should be kept. You never know where you will desire to go there, and desire not to be late for work, or I will quickly replace – the rascal.

      – In vain you so Claudia Ivanovna, I all for the sake of you try. What bad is that in a tent there will be a lot of food and binges. All will be happy. You know what contingent happens, will not guess sometimes that to whom it is necessary.

      – And that is right. The contingent went now. That in days of old.

      – Precisely.

      – Well, Vas! Bring products, and that we became loose, and midnight is close. Look – showing on Patriarchal ponds – on their reflection in water, the well-fed a hand was told by Claudia Ivanovna. – the moon already rose, looked out the bright yellow in color because of clouds. – she raised the head to the sky, and told. – Moon! As she is beautiful – the moon. The moon in night. It always consoles the travelers who got into difficulties. It lights with it a way, gives hope.

      Vasya specified:

      – Moon, and sun? It grants light and heat too.

      – It so. – Claudia Ivanovna agreed. – It grants us light. Light and life. – it having made a pause, loving a look looked at the moon, and told the following. – The sun is a sun. It would always spare people life what they were, angry or kind. People on the nature are that, and nobody will change them. If the sun is gone – it will go out, then people will just go crazy. There will be nobody them to protect, to give them life.

      – It so. – Vasily agreed. – But and here moon?

      – Moon? – for a second Claudia Ivanovna thought. She could answer this question, but her answer could contradict all the law the universe. The sun – the only thing shone in this galaxy, its light falls to the moon, and stars – flickering somewhere is very far, in depths to the galaxy. To them hundreds of billions light years and as one sun can light all this galaxy – a secret. However, if to assume that the galaxy is one big mirror, and beams from the sun being reflected in certain objects simply reflects the light on other space objects, and those in turn reflect sunlight beams on other objects – with the amendment that the reflected beam from other object is reflected with much smaller light energy than originally from the sun, then it is absolutely clear to become how light beams of sunlight are capable to give light all object in space – in this galaxy in which in the house we live. Knowing all this, Claudia Ivanovna told. – It will never go out. – having told these words, Claudia Ivanovna cast Vasya into confusion, but immediately explained the words. – The sun can go out for the earth. On that is there are a lot of reasons. One of them is banal to impossibility. – it having made a long pause, having heaved a deep sigh, added, kind of claiming for certain. – Clouds – here the only thing one of real explanations which can really happen to the sun. Dark clouds – outer darkness, and only one night shone – the moon. It will give hope to people on the fact that it is still lost.

      Listening to Claudia Ivanovna, Vasily looked at the sky, and represented that the moon – one of heavenly bodies of the universe which gives to the person hope for the future. But, suddenly, it suddenly presented that the moon is shrouded in dark clouds. Around dark haze. Having thought of it to it became terribly. On his body ran an easy chill, and horror which already gushed over it, and he felt it from head to foot, became more terrible and dreadfully cold. Vasya with horror exclaimed:

      – And if the Moon is shrouded too by dark clouds what then?

      – Then? – for a second Claudia Ivanovna thought. – Then everything, end. End to all mankind. The end to the planet – the earth. –

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